He Fucks with You, He gets my Fist - [Puck/Finn Gift Fic]
Title: He fucks with you, He gets my fist.
Author: selenerainbow
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck, Finn, Sam, Karofsky, Azimio, Puck/Finn
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. dalmascus_child wrote me a derishus Sam/Kurt gift ficlet, so I had to return the favor. |D My first time writing ANY of the glee characters, so forgive any OOC-ness, especially with the Puck/Finn fluff. (I DID IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ROO <3).
Warnings: Profanity.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. But you bet your ass I wish I did. D| <3
Summary: Puck won't let anyone mess with his Finn.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
"Practice is over guys. Good job- now hit the showers!"
Noah Puckerman slowly got off the ground, swinging his shoulder a bit- it was sore from a hard training session on the football team, especially since Karofsky and Azimio thought it'd be funny to tackle him from behind whenever coach wasn't looking- punishment for having joined "Team Fag" as they called it.
But he preferred it to be him than Finn.
His boyfriend smiled at him from the other end of the field, where he'd been practicing running while pushing Artie- amazingly enough, they were actually getting better. Maybe even good enough to win more than just a game this season.
Maybe.
He smirked as Finn's warm brown eyes met his, eying his shoulder worriedly. He knew that look- and simply gave him a suave, flirtatious one in return, chuckling under his breath as Finn blushed. He loved that blush.
The team headed into the showers- and Puck, as usual, took the stall next to Finn's, ignoring the others glare. He didn't care if Azimio and Karofsky tried anything- He'd kick their ass without a second thought. Because- seriously. These guns? Unstoppable.
Especially with two fat fucks like those.
He removed his towel nonchalantly, smirking at Finn from over the stall- even if Finn was freakishly taller, he was still his. All of his.
"Would you stop?" Finn hissed as Puck reached over and stroked his side when the other teammates weren't looking.
"You ashamed, babe?" Puck shot back, raising an eyebrow and giving him the look. Finn always turned into Putty with that look, and today was no different. Success.
"I don't even know why you care." Puck smirked as he continued, not looking at Finn but knowing well that the other was staring at him soaping himself, the soap traveling over his toned chest with care.
"It's not- I just-" Finn grumbled, forcing himself to look away. "I just don't want to give those two more excuses, y'know?"
"Excuses?" Puck turned slowly, grinning. "They haven't seen a thing babe. If they knew the little noises you make when your under-"
"PUCK!" Finn growled, turning bright red, resisting the urge to throw the shampoo bottle at him. "I'm not fucking around."
He had to frown. "I sure hope not. That ass is mine."
He met his glare with a grin- before Finn huffed and turned around, indicating the end of the conversation before he proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the shower.
Damn.
If there was one thing Puck hated more than anything (even more than Azimio, Karofsky, and losing his 'hawk) was having Finn mad at him. Because- Fuck- it was even more baffling than dealing with a girl. At least with chicks you could just say something sweet or give them something nice or even the look- or anything. But Finn? No fucking clue. He HATED it.
"Finn." He groaned, following him out of the showers. "Don't be mad at me babe-"
"Babe? Fuck man, why you gotta bring the Gay in here?" Azimio interrupted, coming from the left and slamming Puck into a locker. "We already told you guys, but you can't fucking listen, can you?" Karofsky joined in.
"Guys, break it up-" Sam interjected from his spot by the bench, finishing getting dressed.
"Shut the fuck up, Lady lips-" Karofsky began, before Finn turned. "Sam, stay out of it."
"We're talking to you and your boyfriend, glee boy!" the bully laughed tauntingly, pushing Finn to get his attention.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" Puck snarled, grabbing Azimio by the wrists and slowly forcing him away.
"What, afraid for your faggy freak of a boyfriend?" Karofsky taunted, pushing Finn again. By now, the rest of the team had crowded around the them, forming a circle- though for a second Puck caught Sam's eye- knowing where the blond was headed as Sam turned on his heel and forced himself back out to the field.
"Back off!" Finn pushed back, bright red and looking humiliated. Karofsky and Azimio laughed, pushing Finn across the hall and making him stumble over a bunch, crashing to the floor.
"Finn!" Puck growled, his attention returning- and without a second thought he punched Karofsky in the face, the satisfying crack of a broken nose filling the locker room.
"Ooooooh!" from the guys in the background- and Puck hated them all for a second.
"Fuck! That fag broke my nose!" Karofsky howled, blood dripping.
"We'll get you back for this- Don't you fucking forget it!" Azimio yelled, even as he dragged Karofsky away before Beiste could make it back in the room.
"What the hell's going on in here? Puckerman? Hudson?"
"Nothing coach." Finn stood, stretching- Puck was just glad he didn't seem seriously hurt- he was liable to go kill those two if Finn had ended up at the nurse, or worse. "I fell."
The locker room was dead quiet for a second.
Beiste looked between them, then at the rest of the locker room slowly, before breaking the silence. "Fine. But let me make something clear- I will not tolerate any fighting in this locker room. Understood?" She practically growled, earning a quick nod from the rest of the team. "Good. Now all of you, go home. Hudson- you should go to the nurse."
"I'm fine coach. Swear." Finn said, swallowing as he looked at Puck.
Her lips pressed together thinly, Beiste nodded- patting both of their shoulders gently as though she understood- before walking back out to the field.
Puck watched her go, and turned to find Finn still watching him. "Finn-"
"Finn....you alright?" Sam interjected, even as the rest of the locker room slowly emptied out, leaving only Sam, Finn, Artie and himself inside. "I'm fine." Finn muttered, still watching Puck.
"They're getting worse." Artie frowned, looking between them. "Well......See you guys at Glee tomorrow?" he asked lamely.
"Yeah." Puck muttered, watching Finn. Sam looked between them, and nodded. "Well...alright. See you later then man. Need help Artie?"
"I'm fine." Artie said, slowly starting to wheel away. Puck didn't break the gaze with Finn- but nevertheless called out, "Thanks again, Sam."
"No problem." The door closed.
Silence.
For a second, they kept staring- before Finn was suddenly in his arms in a deep, desperate kiss. He shuddered as Finn kissed him back, pressing close to him and trembling slightly. "Baby- calm down. Calm down." He murmured, soothing his back in between kisses, holding him close. Finn shook gently, eyes closed as he buried his face in his neck, the pale skin contrasting wonderfully with his own tan. Puck simply whispered to him- soft, soothing words as he kissed his skin, his own eyes closing- this was Finn. His Finn.
No one would take that away from him. Hell was waiting for anyone that tried.
"It's okay babe. I promise." He soothed his cheeks, smirking. "'Sides, Karofsky got the idea. He fucks with you, he gets my fist."
Finn sighed and shook his head, before leaning in to kiss him again. "I love you."
Puck just smiled, pulling him close, letting his lips meet the others once more.
"Me too babe. Me too."
And fuck anyone who gets in the way of it.
Author: selenerainbow
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck, Finn, Sam, Karofsky, Azimio, Puck/Finn
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. dalmascus_child wrote me a derishus Sam/Kurt gift ficlet, so I had to return the favor. |D My first time writing ANY of the glee characters, so forgive any OOC-ness, especially with the Puck/Finn fluff. (I DID IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ROO <3).
Warnings: Profanity.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. But you bet your ass I wish I did. D| <3
Summary: Puck won't let anyone mess with his Finn.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
"Practice is over guys. Good job- now hit the showers!"
Noah Puckerman slowly got off the ground, swinging his shoulder a bit- it was sore from a hard training session on the football team, especially since Karofsky and Azimio thought it'd be funny to tackle him from behind whenever coach wasn't looking- punishment for having joined "Team Fag" as they called it.
But he preferred it to be him than Finn.
His boyfriend smiled at him from the other end of the field, where he'd been practicing running while pushing Artie- amazingly enough, they were actually getting better. Maybe even good enough to win more than just a game this season.
Maybe.
He smirked as Finn's warm brown eyes met his, eying his shoulder worriedly. He knew that look- and simply gave him a suave, flirtatious one in return, chuckling under his breath as Finn blushed. He loved that blush.
The team headed into the showers- and Puck, as usual, took the stall next to Finn's, ignoring the others glare. He didn't care if Azimio and Karofsky tried anything- He'd kick their ass without a second thought. Because- seriously. These guns? Unstoppable.
Especially with two fat fucks like those.
He removed his towel nonchalantly, smirking at Finn from over the stall- even if Finn was freakishly taller, he was still his. All of his.
"Would you stop?" Finn hissed as Puck reached over and stroked his side when the other teammates weren't looking.
"You ashamed, babe?" Puck shot back, raising an eyebrow and giving him the look. Finn always turned into Putty with that look, and today was no different. Success.
"I don't even know why you care." Puck smirked as he continued, not looking at Finn but knowing well that the other was staring at him soaping himself, the soap traveling over his toned chest with care.
"It's not- I just-" Finn grumbled, forcing himself to look away. "I just don't want to give those two more excuses, y'know?"
"Excuses?" Puck turned slowly, grinning. "They haven't seen a thing babe. If they knew the little noises you make when your under-"
"PUCK!" Finn growled, turning bright red, resisting the urge to throw the shampoo bottle at him. "I'm not fucking around."
He had to frown. "I sure hope not. That ass is mine."
He met his glare with a grin- before Finn huffed and turned around, indicating the end of the conversation before he proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the shower.
Damn.
If there was one thing Puck hated more than anything (even more than Azimio, Karofsky, and losing his 'hawk) was having Finn mad at him. Because- Fuck- it was even more baffling than dealing with a girl. At least with chicks you could just say something sweet or give them something nice or even the look- or anything. But Finn? No fucking clue. He HATED it.
"Finn." He groaned, following him out of the showers. "Don't be mad at me babe-"
"Babe? Fuck man, why you gotta bring the Gay in here?" Azimio interrupted, coming from the left and slamming Puck into a locker. "We already told you guys, but you can't fucking listen, can you?" Karofsky joined in.
"Guys, break it up-" Sam interjected from his spot by the bench, finishing getting dressed.
"Shut the fuck up, Lady lips-" Karofsky began, before Finn turned. "Sam, stay out of it."
"We're talking to you and your boyfriend, glee boy!" the bully laughed tauntingly, pushing Finn to get his attention.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" Puck snarled, grabbing Azimio by the wrists and slowly forcing him away.
"What, afraid for your faggy freak of a boyfriend?" Karofsky taunted, pushing Finn again. By now, the rest of the team had crowded around the them, forming a circle- though for a second Puck caught Sam's eye- knowing where the blond was headed as Sam turned on his heel and forced himself back out to the field.
"Back off!" Finn pushed back, bright red and looking humiliated. Karofsky and Azimio laughed, pushing Finn across the hall and making him stumble over a bunch, crashing to the floor.
"Finn!" Puck growled, his attention returning- and without a second thought he punched Karofsky in the face, the satisfying crack of a broken nose filling the locker room.
"Ooooooh!" from the guys in the background- and Puck hated them all for a second.
"Fuck! That fag broke my nose!" Karofsky howled, blood dripping.
"We'll get you back for this- Don't you fucking forget it!" Azimio yelled, even as he dragged Karofsky away before Beiste could make it back in the room.
"What the hell's going on in here? Puckerman? Hudson?"
"Nothing coach." Finn stood, stretching- Puck was just glad he didn't seem seriously hurt- he was liable to go kill those two if Finn had ended up at the nurse, or worse. "I fell."
The locker room was dead quiet for a second.
Beiste looked between them, then at the rest of the locker room slowly, before breaking the silence. "Fine. But let me make something clear- I will not tolerate any fighting in this locker room. Understood?" She practically growled, earning a quick nod from the rest of the team. "Good. Now all of you, go home. Hudson- you should go to the nurse."
"I'm fine coach. Swear." Finn said, swallowing as he looked at Puck.
Her lips pressed together thinly, Beiste nodded- patting both of their shoulders gently as though she understood- before walking back out to the field.
Puck watched her go, and turned to find Finn still watching him. "Finn-"
"Finn....you alright?" Sam interjected, even as the rest of the locker room slowly emptied out, leaving only Sam, Finn, Artie and himself inside. "I'm fine." Finn muttered, still watching Puck.
"They're getting worse." Artie frowned, looking between them. "Well......See you guys at Glee tomorrow?" he asked lamely.
"Yeah." Puck muttered, watching Finn. Sam looked between them, and nodded. "Well...alright. See you later then man. Need help Artie?"
"I'm fine." Artie said, slowly starting to wheel away. Puck didn't break the gaze with Finn- but nevertheless called out, "Thanks again, Sam."
"No problem." The door closed.
Silence.
For a second, they kept staring- before Finn was suddenly in his arms in a deep, desperate kiss. He shuddered as Finn kissed him back, pressing close to him and trembling slightly. "Baby- calm down. Calm down." He murmured, soothing his back in between kisses, holding him close. Finn shook gently, eyes closed as he buried his face in his neck, the pale skin contrasting wonderfully with his own tan. Puck simply whispered to him- soft, soothing words as he kissed his skin, his own eyes closing- this was Finn. His Finn.
No one would take that away from him. Hell was waiting for anyone that tried.
"It's okay babe. I promise." He soothed his cheeks, smirking. "'Sides, Karofsky got the idea. He fucks with you, he gets my fist."
Finn sighed and shook his head, before leaning in to kiss him again. "I love you."
Puck just smiled, pulling him close, letting his lips meet the others once more.
"Me too babe. Me too."
And fuck anyone who gets in the way of it.